Ladies and Gentlemen- Chapter 17
Ladies and Gentlemen 17
***I had a firm belief that relationships were never worth the trouble, but since fate likes to watch me suffer, it put him on the same train. Bleach fic, Hichi-Ichi, Yaoi
***Kubo own Bleach, Mortal Kombat character names are registered tm's of Warner Bro.s Entertainment. Again...I make no profit from anything here.
Bad References and Ulterior Motives
Knowing we have the full attention of the crowd, DJ, and my loveable Strawberry, Grimmjow and I do not disappoint, showing off some of our most flashy moves and eating up the 'oohs and ahhs' that follow. While dodging a rather flashy kick combo, I hear someone in the crowd questioning who Ichigo is and my gaze automatically shifts to where he is standing...What does that fucker think he's doing to my Strawberry?
"Oi!" The sudden shout throws Grimmjow off, and I am able punch him hard enough to momentarily keep him out of my way. His head snaps back, hand automatically following, and I maneuver around him to storm over to where Ichigo is trying to pry off our new found look-alike. They freeze and their heads turn in my direction. Once I am certain I have the offenders attention, I give him what I consider my most deadly glare and am pleased to see him flinch and remove his hands, holding them up in a 'don't shoot' manner. The only thing that saved him from an automatic beating was his swift removal from my berry and Ichigo's calm voice breaking through the sound of blood pumping in my ears, "Shiro, baby, calm down. He didn't know and is just an idiot who doesn't listen very well."
Keeping my eyes trained on the stranger, I pull Ichigo against me and take a deep breath, the scent of my cologne on him calming me further. "I don't suppose I'm lucky enough for the idiot to want to duke it out as well?"
Said idiot does a mock bow, hands still in the air, "Sorry master Scorpion, but I left my suicidal tendencies at home today. How about we cut a deal? I'll keep the Sub-Zero blueberry distracted long enough for you to escape with Johnny Cage..." he pauses to point at Ichigo, "...and you don't exact revenge on me."
What's he going on about Scorpions, freezing temperatures and what? A Cage? Entertaining the thought that this guy might just be crazier than me, I hear Grimmjow shout a curse from where I left him earlier. I turn to see him tampering with a bloody nose while simultaneously pushing away a fangirl who is trying to give him her shirt. He is NOT going to be a happy Cookie, "Deal." And without waiting any longer I pull Ichigo to the exit, successfully glaring away any who try to stand in our path.
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"Sun-of-a bitch!" The pain finally starts ebbing away as the black dots in my vision begin clearing. I can't believe that bastard punched me that hard, especially in the face! Gently putting pressure on the wounded area, I check to make sure it isn't broken, blood slowly working it's way down my face. I can just imagine explaining to our boss that I got a broken nose after initiating a fight with his most profitable dancer. Speaking of the Snowflake, where the hell did he go?
Tilting my head down to look for the whereabouts of pristine white hair, I instead come face to face with an overly excited topless girl who tries shoving her shirt in my face. "Oh my god, are you okay? Here let me help you with the bleeding. My name's Melony by the way, and you are?" I try pushing her arms down and turning away, but she actually grabs me and pushes the damn shirt back in my face. Man is this bitch persistent or what? "Look bitch, I really don't give a fuck what yer name is. Now outta my way so I can find that white fucker."
She doesn't really look offended and is about to open her mouth again when a voice speaks up from behind me, "Oh you won't find him down here anymore. The evil white Scorpion took the rather delicious looking Johnny Cage upstairs to make out."
I turn to see that Cain is the one speaking, but the words aren't quite registering. What is this idiot going on about?
"What?"
He snorts and shakes his head, "Not much for the game analogies huh? The white headed one, took the orange headed one upstairs to-" I don't let him finish, instead dashing for the stairs I saw earlier. Like that fucker is gonna touch Ichi while I'm around!
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"You know, he will still be just as obnoxious when he comes back. How are you planning on explaining yourself then?"
Turning around, I come face to face with the calm green eyed fellow I also met earlier. At least one of them isn't after the orange haired beauty.
"Easy, I don't plan on being here when he realizes that they aren't up there. So I take it you know the refugees as well?"
"Yes I am well acquainted with them." This might work to my advantage.
"Would ya mind tellin' me a little more about Ichigo? We were having a nice conversation but didn't get to finish."
"Precisely what it looked like then?" Damn, so he saw the whole thing?
Just when I think I won't get any info outta him he finally speaks up, "Kurosaki Ichigo, 24 years of age, final year medical student currently working at the Omori Medical Center, where I believe he plans on continuing his education for a doctorate. Ultimate goal is surgical medicine."
"Wow...you are refreshingly accommodating. Don't suppose you have an angle in all this?" I noticed he didn't say anything about the guy with the creepy smirk and evil glare or his relationship to the berry.
"I will not say that I would not benefit if you were to succeed where my fool of a brother continually fails."
"So you've got a thing for Scorpion?" Got lucky there.
"Pardon?" His question comes at about the same time I spot the Blueberry descending the stairs. The fact that I can almost hear him cursing from here, over the music might I add, tells me it's time to go.
"Never mind, gotta run. Thanks for the help by the way."
Passing the stoic green eyed man, I almost don't hear the lowly spoken, "It wasn't for you." Note to self...don't get too comfy with that guy.
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"Umnn, Shirooo" My captive lover whined from his delicious position on the bed. Face down, wrists tied to his knees with a spreader between them, and oh that amazing fucking ass, stuck straight up in the air, ready for the taking.
"Yes Ichi?" God I want him so bad right now.
"Quit teasing."
"Oh no Ichigo. After your own little teasing maneuvers on the dance floor I think I am entitled to this. Besides, you said I could have anything I wanted if I behaved. Well, right now I want to appreciate the view." He buries his face into the pillow, but I don't have to see it to know how brightly he is blushing at that comment.
Uncapping the bottle I grabbed earlier and pouring a generous amount onto my hand, I take my sweet, torturous time preparing my berry. Slowly working one finger at a time and purposefully just skimming over the sweet spot I had long ago memorized. By the time I am satisfied, Ichigo is begging and I am aching with the need to fill him.
Not able to postpone the main event any longer, I line myself up and slowly glide in, listening fervently to the erotic sounds my cock is eliciting from my orange headed lover.
"Mmm, makes me so hot when you're like this Ichi."
His moans morph into slow words, broken from panting "Fa-ah-ster haah Shi."
I groan and decide to give in after one more sadistic play, "Alright Ichi, but first I gotta know where ya want it..." I give a single quick thrust, purposefully missing his prostate "...here..?" He groans and shakes his head. "No? How about here?" Missing again I hear him whine into the pillow "Shiro please..." And I laugh silently at how cute it sounds. "Don't worry love, I'll get it this time" And my words finish with a harsh thrust to his sweet spot.
"Ahhh there, there!" He shouts, and I can no longer hold myself back, rapidly bringing us both to the brink of sanity and unbelievable ecstasy. Ichigo caves to the bliss first, spilling into the sheets below. The resulting tremors racking through his body in the aftermath bring me directly after, and I thrust until I'm completely spent, dragging out our bliss as long as possible.
Releasing Ichigo from his binds, he automatically rolls to his side of the bed, "Sorry Shiro, but if you want to cuddle, then you are sleeping in the wet spot tonight."
Smirking, I get up and give a hard yank to the fitted sheet, effectively moving it out from under Ichigo and tossing it on the floor. Tossing the comforter over my side, I lay down on top of it and pull Ichigo over to me, "Too hot for covers anyway."